The Mantis Posted July 28, 2003 Share Posted July 28, 2003 Welcome to the siege! The conflict begins once alot of people join. To join you MUST start out inside the fort. Have fun and no cheating! I will start the terror once alot of people are in.__________________________________________________________________ The sun rose on fort bucknoth. All of the cities in morrowind had been emptied. Only one Fort remained. That was fort buckmoth. Fort Buckmoth was once a peaceful fort. Until they came.A necromancer named Estegos had gone to far. He ripped open a hole in oblivion. Letting out millions of deadra. The deadra organized and brought down every city and fort in morrowind. Fort Buckmoth was the last stand. Civilians, guards, everyone left was in fort buckmoth. To leave would mean death. Thomas woke up and went outside. He went to a guard tower and spoke to a guard. How are we doing? asked Thomas. Pretty good. replied the guard. We have enough supplies and all guards are on full alert. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ArtKing1239 Posted July 28, 2003 Share Posted July 28, 2003 Urik sat in the lobby of Fort Buckmouth, admiring the cleanliness of it. Not like in some parts of Vvardenfell, he thought. He started to sharpen his battle-axe, readying for whatever may come. His armor glistened, its smooth surfaces polished and bright. He had been preparing for some time, strength training, learning more magic, and honing most of his skills. He was finally ready. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
I Am That Is Matthias Posted July 28, 2003 Share Posted July 28, 2003 Shadow was on the ramparts of the fort he had his bow at the ready. He thought he saw some movement and strunk an arrow to his bow. Suddenly a daedra came out it was wounded, Shadow let the arrow fly it hit the daedra in the head it then fell down dead. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Admiral Posted July 28, 2003 Share Posted July 28, 2003 Vidar stood on the battlements Gazing outwards, he had awoken before sunrise. He had heard the reports of the battles at the other cities and forts. The reports were bad, what was worse is when they stopped coming. Vidar shakes his head, thinking of the old curse people would say. I hope you live in interesting times the cruse went. Well these are certainly interesting times. Unconscioulsy Vidar pats his sword, like usual it was sharp and ready to remove the life of those who did wrong. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sierrah Posted July 28, 2003 Share Posted July 28, 2003 Sierrah was looking around the fort looking to buy some new armor. She found some nice Templar armor and immediately bought it. She handed the merchant some gold and walked outside the fort. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Mantis Posted July 28, 2003 Author Share Posted July 28, 2003 Thomas sat on top of a guard tower. Awaiting the scout he had sent hours ago. The sky was clear, and no enemys were in sight. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Mantis Posted July 28, 2003 Author Share Posted July 28, 2003 OOC- No leaving the fort. And no enemys till I say so. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sierrah Posted July 28, 2003 Share Posted July 28, 2003 OOC: I didn't leave the fort I'm still in the 'courtyard' type area that's what I meant :P Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sol'Kanar Posted July 28, 2003 Share Posted July 28, 2003 IC: Gerard Cloudbore walked among the civilians, the peasents of the working class. His cloak was an excellent disguise, allowing him to walk unharried among those in the fort. One thing that stood out on him, though, were the numerous tears and rips in the cloth, clearly the results of a recent attack. Gerard had had to fight off more than the common bandit to reach this last haven, that much was clear. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Death_Penalty Posted July 28, 2003 Share Posted July 28, 2003 Laraine had come indoors for the duration of the day-light.The absense of blood pounded in her mind. She needed sustenance. She had searched in the darkness for some lonely commoner, some lost child perhaps, some old feeble person wandering an abandoned part of the Fort. But she came across no solitary refugees, and they all slept in great barracks together.This was not going well. None had uncovered her Vampiric identity yet, as she wore a silver mask. Indeed not many had even witnessed her, slinking about in dark corners and making no noise.The daedra were coming.But her mind was clouded with the thirst and she cared not. The dark must feed.She stumbled through the corridor, some warriors and commoners beginning to wake at the dawn. She slid smoothly past them, black cloak covering her form. They paid her no attention.Laraine rounded the corner and came upon a cat! It was a hungry miserable thing, black fur hanging from it's withered form. Laraine watched it intently. As it came near she picked it up. The cat mewed softly and rubbed against her. She carried it to a nearby barrack, now empty. Laraine entered the room, sliding into a closet and shutting the door behind her.She looked down at the cat. The cat lay purring in her arms.Laraine grabbed its front paws in one hand, lifting it up in her other.The cat's tail twitched. Laraine's mouth went to its neck...It struggled and wailed as she inhaled the hot, spicy blood. Her mind was filled with the euphoric high of the hemophilia.When the creature was drained, she dropped it, wiping her stained lips on her cloak. Laraine left the closet, and continued down the corridor.She had survived another night. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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